Small Shoes

Is it not a crime / unless we call it a crime?

Filmmaker Kate Dolan

Small Shoes

 
If there are fewer stars now 
than when I was a child,
 
I can’t say 
which are missing,
who was the last to see them.
 
Is it not a crime 
unless we call it a crime?
 
It is difficult to document
a disappearance,
a boat full of stars
 
capsized.
Stars lying in the sand
 
face-down, 
wearing small shoes. 
Add that to the report:
 
some of the stars washed up
in small shoes.
 

 

“Small Shoes,” a poem by Maggie Smith. ©2017 Maggie Smith. Used by permission. This poem originally appeared in Rise Up Review.

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